Tex Armstrong - Mama house lyrics

{Intro} Trap house coulda been a crack house Cause im on d** but thats my mama house {Verse 1} I be in the slab smokin wit them real n***as 1 ounce, break em down to some tens n***a Ak hit my phone, told me send some sh** over But trap house moving slow, ima need some customers f** my girl many times with no rubbers Can't be broke if i ain't got it, ima rob n***as f** 12, 12 hoes in my house n***a Dominicans, puerto ricans, i got all of em In my shoe box, ain't no shoes in em Walk around like a zombie, im so high n***a Pre rolled errytime, can't blow my high n***a Handle business while im high, im a stoner n***a All this incomes like a n***a donald trump But i ain't rich yet till i ball like durrant If you gotta problem, ion fight you My n***as aim real good with that pistol {Chorus} I turn my mama house to a trap house I turn my mama house to a trap house When mama ain't home her house a trap house When mama ain't home her house a trap house {Verse 2} Posed up with tb Make you catch that virus like hiv Gotta b**h that gimme brain, she got phd All my n***as finna ball like kd Still f**in with my ex like im malcolm n***a You telling on your n***as, yous a snitch n***a Boy im paid in full, money making mitch n***a But i keep it lowkey like im ace boogie Shout out to the gang all my n***as really with it Choppas thatd knock em down, weon play around Infiltrate the royal palace, ima need the crown What i tell a b**h? If you dont want me now, i dont want you later f** around and get your head crack, ima head cracker Keep a bad a** b**h and she count my money Keep a iPhone 6 cause the trap be callin Hello? Hello? {Chorus} Fwm